tonight, my daughter and i took in the lovely flavors of a new [to us] local thai joint. it was the kind of meal in which everything that sounded good was requested from the tiny kitchen, a few bites were taken from each dish, and everything else was packaged for days of delicious leftovers. my favorite … Continue reading quantifying sensing
today my daughter and i participated in an origami workshop in one of our favorite art-ing spaces. it was an über peaceful way to spend a saturday. the instructor was patient and kind as he walked us through bunny, mouse, crane, dragon, heart. still in a reflective spirit in this first week of a new year, i … Continue reading smash.
[re]werking. shards of nothing slice through to bone of fragile structure fortified [just] enough for rebuild. [de]sensing. tuning in to the charming, sporadic ambient rhythm, intent on moving past. looking for reasons to [stay] tune[d] out. but, vacuum.
this: Sounds go through the muscles these abstract wordless movements they start off cells that haven’t been touched before ...waking up slowly. —Björk Gudmundsdóttir evokes thought of this: touches me differently each time, but always awakens some lovely thing[s].
in this ongoing project, thomas passwater and i have been reflecting on the intersections of affect and materiality, on the interactions and extensions of self and/through objects in our composing process, on the way that selves and objects mean. below, you can see how we have written our way into this inquiry—and we invite you to … Continue reading before touching [writing, writing] feeling
word agony. staring at the text-laden screen, my digits itch. anxiously half-tapping rhythms to stimulate precision. perfection. full-presses deconstruct brain drizzle [drivel] in comment tabs. the back and forth of desire - desire to sculpt a flawless piece from this google doc of chaos. two fingertips flick my mouse pad to scroll through earliest ramblings - … Continue reading proposal. co-crafting/editing.
growing up, there was a dark corner office/seasonal storage space in my parents' half-finished basement. there was a large desk sandwiched between boxes of hunting gear, winter coats, christmas ornaments, and other things. on that desk sat one of these. [is my age showing?] i used it for homework sometimes. and if i had been … Continue reading reminiscent reflection.
most recent interruption: 'that boy called me tooth butt!' [seriously ... i didn't even know 'tooth butt' was a thing]. i thought i might be able to respond to student drafts while my daughter plays. nah. the room is full of incessant shrieking and shouts of 'MOOOMMM!' that so almost-could-be-my-kid that my eyes have lifted from … Continue reading laptop. scheduling. jungle java.
It is true that I miss intelligent companionship, but there are so few with whom I can share the things that mean so much to me that I have learned to contain myself. It is enough that I am surrounded with beauty ... I have known too much of the depths of life already, and … Continue reading into the wild, jon krakauer
draft 1: the ease of a rolling ball point across smooth whiteness pleases me. the coolness of my shared desktop meeting the pressure of my right hand's ulnar border, both calming and reassuring. thin purple lines feel too jaunty though, too thin to catch my eye and remind me of my current mantra. try again ... draft 2: … Continue reading gel pens & markers on post-its